"This painting was auctioned. I bought three paintings in total, and this is my favorite one," Jiang Tong had calmed down a lot, and explained to Shi Xi slowly, "It was originally exhibited in the gallery, but the gallery was holding an exhibition recently and there was no space, so I moved it back home."

Shi Xi thought thoughtfully: "So, this painting was exhibited in the gallery for a period of time?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Shi Xi just remembered a painting he had seen in a gallery. It had a unique aura. Could it be because of this painting?

Shi Xi's eyes fell on the painting again, and she asked, "Mr. Jiang, do you know whose painting this is?"

Jiang Tong shook her head. "No one knows. It is said that this painting was found by a scavenger and later passed to a collector. This painting has never been exhibited to the public and was anonymously donated to a charity auction. I fell in love with it at first sight, so I bought it."

"The painter is anonymous, the collector is anonymous, so the origin of this painting is unknown." Shi Xi asked, "Do you know any other information?"

Jiang Tong recalled: "This painting was probably created more than ten years ago. One of the previous owners published photos of this painting in magazines and newspapers to find the painter. After that, some people also thought about finding the painter, but they did not receive a reply. In fact, I also wanted to find the painter, but I have too many things to do recently, so I put it aside for the time being."

Shi Xi looked at Jiang Tong: "Is there any way to know the identity of the collector?"

Did the collector know about the strangeness of this painting? If so, why did he put it up for auction? What was his intention?

Jiang Tong shook her head: "It's a matter of credibility. The organizer will never reveal the identity of the donor. Moreover, once the payment is made, the organizer will not be responsible for this kind of supernatural phenomenon."

Shi Xi's gaze fell on the painting again: "Then I can only ask it."

Jiang Tong's heart skipped a beat. She used her eyes to depict this painting that she had admired countless times, with mixed feelings.

"Little ghost, I can't see what's going on in this painting for now, but you've been exposed, and my talisman won't go to the wrong place." Shi Xi knocked on the frame: "You only have two choices now, come out and talk, or continue to shrink in the painting and be burned by fire."

Jiang Tong's heart skipped a beat. Did she really have to burn this painting?

Shi Xi comforted Jiang Tong with her eyes. She just wanted to lure the ghost out and didn't really want to burn the painting.

This painting is dangerous, but it is really beautiful. It would be a shame to burn it. It hurts just thinking about it.

There was no movement in the painting for a long time. Shi Xi collected the talisman paper stuck on the painting and found that a fish in the pond was actually oozing red liquid, which looked like a heartbroken tear.

Before Shi Xi could take a closer look, the fish plunged into the deep pond with a splash. The ripples it created startled a dragonfly perched on the tip of a lotus leaf, which flapped its wings and flew away.

In the blink of an eye, all the tiny movements that happened on the picture disappeared, everything returned to calm, and the drop of blood that seeped out of the drawing paper naturally disappeared.

But the change in that instant made Shi Xi feel extremely wonderful. This painting was so spiritual!

Jiang Tong didn't react at all, probably because she didn't see it.

Seeing that the ghost refused to come out, Jiang Tong became a little anxious: "Wu Li, what are you going to do? Is there any other way? I can give up this painting, but I really hope it can be preserved."

"That little ghost just cried," Shi Xi said, "It wasn't indifferent to what I said."

But for it, "coming out and talking" is more difficult to accept than burning it.

Jiang Tong frowned: "Then why doesn't it come out?"

"I think..." Shi Xi guessed, "This kid is not only a little obsessive-compulsive and clean, but also a little socially anxious, so he only comes out when no one is around, and he never makes a sound."

"Ah?" Jiang Tong was confused: "Ghosts can also have social phobias?"

Shi Xi blinked and pointed out: "Ghosts will also clean up your house for you."

"..."That seems to be true. It doesn't seem surprising that a clean-loving, obsessive-compulsive ghost is also a socially anxious person... No way!

Jiang Tong felt like her worldview was about to shatter: "Do you have any experience dealing with socially anxious ghosts?"

"No, but I know how to communicate," Shi Xi took out a piece of paper and a pen and said to the painting, "Little ghost, you don't have to show up. I'll ask you a question, can you answer me on paper? Just treat it as chatting with an online friend. If you agree, pick up this pen."

Shi Xi spread out his palms and waited for the ghost's response.

Jiang Tong held her breath and waited nervously.

After a long while, the pen was still lying in Shi Xi's palm.

Jiang Tong asked cautiously: "It disagrees?"

"That shouldn't be the case," Shi Xi thought for a moment, and had a guess in his mind: "Little ghost, you can't hold a pen, right?"

For example, if you are too obsessed with painting, after becoming a ghost, you can touch other things, but you can't touch pens and paper...

The light above his head flashed suddenly, as if answering Shi Xi's question.

Shi Xi had a new idea: "Write on the mirror with your finger. Mirrors have a strong negative energy."

"Swish--" the curtains were automatically drawn, all the lights in the room went out, the room fell into darkness, even the person standing next to him could only see a vague outline.

"What does this mean?" Jiang Tong was so scared that she quickly grabbed Shi Xi's backpack and looked around timidly. Just as she turned her head, she saw that the scented candle in front of the dressing table was lit up. The dim green flames swayed in the cold wind, and the surrounding bottles and jars cast strange twisting shadows under the dim light.

Jiang Tong had never seen such a scene before. Her face instantly lost all color, her heart was so nervous that it was about to explode, and she could not control her imagination at all... Shi Xi said that the mirror was full of negative energy. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that the people in the mirror looked a little spooky, as if they would reveal their inhuman fangs in the next second.

When Jiang Tong's emotions were stretched to the extreme, she saw a hint of blood on the mirror. Her heart suddenly jumped to her throat, and her voice was a little tearful: "Wuyou, look at the mirror quickly!!!"

"It's watching," Shi Xi's voice was still calm: "Don't be nervous, it's here to communicate with us."

There is a difference between yin and yang, and when ghosts appear, the atmosphere is inevitably gloomy.

"Hmm..." Jiang Tong was still a little scared and stared at the mirror closely.

The blood color spread on the mirror, and gradually became clear and clear. Jiang Tong held her breath and concentrated, and saw a line of words appear on the mirror -

"Hello."

“…” It was even polite.

"Hello, your handwriting is beautiful." Shi Xi was not being polite. This kid's handwriting was really very elegant. Even when written with blood on his fingers it looked so beautiful. He proved with his strength that beautiful handwriting had nothing to do with the pen.

"Thank you." Two more blood words appeared on the mirror.

This time, Jiang Tong was not afraid. She could feel the other person's shyness and politeness through the mirror. Such a ghost really had no intention of harming anyone.

This kind of communication is not as efficient as face-to-face communication. Shi Xi directly asked the answer he wanted to know the most: "Did you draw this picture?"

A word quickly appeared on the mirror: "Yes."

This time he wrote it in a hurry, the strokes were flying, and the blood seemed to be splashing out of the mirror.

Shi Xi had expected this, so he wasn't surprised by the answer. But Jiang Tong opened her eyes wide in surprise. Her fear of ghosts was replaced by regret and unspeakable sadness. Tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably: "So you're a painter!"

No wonder the previous owners of this painting couldn't find the painter, because he had died long ago! Such a talented person only left behind a work, without even a name.

If it had not been picked up by a scavenger by accident, this painting would never have been seen by the world.

Shi Xi was also deeply touched and sighed softly: "Painter, what's your name?"

Since you have been to this world, you should at least leave your name.

The painter carefully wrote his name on the mirror stroke by stroke: "Xi Guang".

"Xiguang, now that we know each other," Shi Xi tilted his head and showed a harmless smile: "Then let's settle the accounts."

“……”Xiguang wanted to escape.

"Your behavior scared her," Shi Xi pointed at Jiang Tong, "Do you have any excuse for this?"

“…” Xiguang wrote on the mirror: “Sorry, it’s too messy, I can’t help it.”

After a moment, he added: "It's my fault. I couldn't help it."

After a while, he wrote again: "I cleaned it up with my Yin energy, without touching it with my hands."

“I didn’t look around.”

“I want to keep this place tidy.”

Looking at the densely packed blood-stained words on the mirror, Shi Xi thought to himself, this kid turns into a chatterbox in seconds as long as they aren't face to face.

However, this situation is somewhat similar to what happened to Teacher Zhuang before. Teacher Zhuang also couldn't control his occupational disease. On a dark and windy night, he shaved off the sloppy beard of the prop master of the crew.

Xiguang kept apologizing. Jiang Tong felt Xiguang's sincerity and knew that he was not here to take her life, but was just trying to do good things with bad intentions. The heavy stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

"It's all in the past. I don't blame you." Jiang Tong sighed and said sincerely, "Your paintings are really lively. Since I started running the gallery, I have come across many famous paintings, but this one moved me the most."

The candle flame flickered, and the light took a long time to return. After a long time, a lifelike fish appeared on the mirror, swimming happily with the mirror as water.

Xiguang responded to Jiang Tong's appreciation in this way.

Seeing the fish that seemed free but was trapped in the mirror, Jiang Tong felt sad again. Xiguang's fate was so unfortunate.

Shi Xi handed Jiang Tong a tissue and asked Xi Guang, "What's the matter with that painting? It can hide your breath."

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